Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.